Wednesday

Remember when you were a child, and you used to make a tent of the covers at naptime, letting the sleepy afternoon light filter through the coverlet like a scrim? Remember the drowsy comfort of that private world, more secret, more luxurious, more delightfully safe than anyplace else in the world?

I never take naps anymore. Since bringing our daughter home, we have found our rhythm and fallen into it. My husband naps regularly. He works harder than anyone I know, and he suffers from lack of sleep. He needs it. But I have found that I can survive on less sleep. I desperately need our daughter's nap times in order to get my work done in the studio. So naps are a luxury I've sacrificed, and willingly.But it has been a particularly difficult and exhausting couple of weeks for us. My mother just got to town yesterday, and my husband had a major presentation last night. Today, I found myself unable to go another day without a nap. So I gave in to a rare luxury.As soon as I pulled the duvet over my head, and saw the afternoon light filter through, that old childhood feeling came over me... and I gave into it.I lay on the surface of sleep for as long as I could, just watching the light filter through as it shifted across the room, listening to the birds in the hedges outside my window, and the bees in the flowerbeds, and...enjoying. Sigh.

Now that you mention it...it's just the bloomers, I think, that make them smack of Marie Antoinette. The bloomers are great. I got them on Etsy, bien sur. I especially enjoy clothing that's comfortable enough to nap in, and crisp enough to wear to the playground afterward.